Toys? [ He tilts his chin, curious at the phrasing. ] Is that how you see me, moving toys in a pen to my own amusement? You think I discard what displeases me?

[ Kissing him with a thoughtful hum, Sauron hooks an arm under one of Adar's knees and pushes it higher, fluttery little half-touches barely fucking him as he teases that sweet spot. ]

Ah, Ránevaryar, [ I see you, ] I love those that love me.